Mike Sajovie, Writer

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London Calling

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Jack London (1876-1916)

I bet after London died more than a few dreamers took his words to heart.
No gold rushes in sight, they made their livings on the seas and great lakes.
In mid-western ports they loaded and unloaded raw materials-
in Detroit and on the west bank of the flats.

They came in and out of our lives without us knowing them.
Eating lukewarm stew and never catching a wink.
They wrote many words but never acted on their hunches.

10 July, 1921

Again we find ourselves in Cleveland. We unload in a couple of hours. Then we are off to Milwaukee. I wish we could stretch our legs for a while. Mingle with people. I have done exactly what he said. I work hard and I write 1000 words every day. But I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I miss being on land.

Maybe I will drop everything and head east. I hear you can attend wild parties with affluent people. Find a nice flapper and settle down. But who in the world will want to read about such things?